Indie

Indie people
Back when they met
Pulled round
Bobbed and horny
Pinch faced and flowery
He could never have known.

Now his balding spreads
Stretching many a t shirt
Her earnest career
Is an alien breakfast
The scent of her reading
fanzines of regret.

Down at the tram stop
Sunglasses beautiful
Sherbert and boiled eggs
Hatch mini indie kids
Pointy  feet  papery
Sunny day festival
Gather ye like minded
people of yore.

But what
 is
this
chart shit?


Nice people like proper songs.


Strum on that epiphany.